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“ How loving you look, dear little girl! I should 
like to tell you every thing in my heart if you would 
like to hear it. The butterflies and the bees often 
come to see me, and I like them very much, but 
they have a great deal to say about their flights and 
their honey, and never have time to listen to any 
thing I have to tell. I love to talk to you while 
your soul is looking into mine, and if I could talk 
in such language as your eyes speak to me, how 
much I could tell you of the sweet Spring and the 
warm Sun, and the soft winds that have called me 
out of the bosom of the dark Earth. 
“ I believe you know some of my cousins, for the 
bees have told me that there are a great many 
Pansies in your mother’s garden. They are more 
beautiful than I am, and have many colored gar¬ 
ments on, and I believe they like to live in that 
fine place, but I had rather stay here in the grass 
